Our Style

Lyrics

[Chorus] And my baby leave the light on She never knows what I say We always fight 'til it's dawn Make up the songs that I play But that's just our style and we know And my baby leave the light on She never knows what I say We always talk 'til it's gone Laugh long at things that she say But that's just our style and we know [Verse 1] Started from the bottom like Ramona 'Member them old days, I handed you my diploma And now I'm feelin' good, we B-siding Coronas My friends say keep on rapping while haters slide up their boners Been bangin' since '92, kindergarten to daydream Tell me this shit go harder than somethin' out of the mainstream Tell me this shit go hotter than rollin' up in a sauna Believe we gone make it, that's word back to my mama Like damn when I be rappin', I'm blacker than Obama And dealin' with more money, more money bring more drama We sing it all like this [Pre-Chorus] Baby, I love the way you play my music all on the floor (On the floor) I tell you now, girl, what's my secret, I just, I just got to know (I just got to know) We all wrong in the long run [Chorus] And my baby leave the light on She never knows what I say We always fight 'til it's dawn Make up the songs that I play But that's just our style and we know And my baby leave the light on She never knows what I say We always talk 'til it's gone Laugh long at things that she say But that's just our style and we know [Verse 2] Got some beef like you co-sign the deli Lovin' them happy days, I go Fonzarelli, told ya Sun shinin' out the front door, beamin' Had a real good day, tryin' to have one more Dreamin' 'bout opportunities Flashin' lights and cities of gold Breast signin' everyday, them titties are old The best signing all them records and comin' alive Fan told me I made it far, never would blow it Flyin' to Europe and I can bet you never arrive That's how we feelin', so check the records baby We open paychecks in the mail, my girl need those 375's, spend it on new clothes (New clothes) We'd have a Levi, smokin' on that who knows Free melody rides, bangin' in the Pluto So bump my shit with them two hoes, singin' it like this [Chorus] And my baby leave the light on She never knows what I say We always fight 'til it's dawn Make up the songs that I play But that's just our style and we know And my baby leave the light on She never knows what I say We always talk 'til it's gone Laugh long at things that she say But that's just our style and we know